Slaves of Sorrom (Completed)

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Tunisa

It's been two nights since I was left kept inside this chamber.

Grand, the man who bought my time was a nice person.

He only let me wash his clothes and boots and fix the mess after he's done eating. He told me he needed me to heal and regain my strength.

"Tunisa have you eaten all the food I asked the cook to serve last night?" Grand asked. He was sitting at the wide chair, that serves as my sleeping corner for two days now. Tunisa, he called me by my name like I'm his equal and not just a slave who obeys.

Grand was cleaning his weapons, carefully yet with total expertise. Then he stopped what he's doing and caught me staring with awe at his precious metals.

"Did you hear me?" He asked, it was a calm question.

"I...uh the food? Oh! yes the food was good and all finished now, thank you" I answered

Grand chuckled and went back to wiping a rusty-handled sword. He's a patient, calm man. But he seems very calculating at everything.

"You're one brave woman to name yourself in this nameless land" He added while his eyes stayed focused on his metals.

"Until when are you staying in Sorrom?" I questioned out of nowhere

"I see young lady, you're getting tired of serving me already?" He asked and looked at me with amusement, raising his brows. I have to stand up and shake my head to clear what I just said

"No, no! it's not that Grand, it's just that I wanted to know how long will this comfort last...before I get to battle outside again" and there I said it

"I just wanted to prepare myself for the upcoming torture fight, the harvest gathering and what Stavros deemed as my punishment for running away from him" I added and slumped my body back on the bed that I was accustomed to sitting on now.

There was a hint of something from Grand's eyes, something I can't read. Maybe it's pity?

He let out a deep breathe

"Would you believe Stavros was once the softest creature I've ever known?" He asked as his mind seems to drift far away

"That I didn't know and probably wouldn't even believe till my last breath" I honestly said, quite curious on how Grand knew a lot. Yes, it's in my knowledge that he's a merchant and comes to visit this land every once in a while, but to know Stavros like that must be something else.

"We first met at the backdoor kitchenette of this palace, when I was stealing food from them. My parents and his parents were doing business, while I, a mischievous boy who wanted to bag all foods I could find and put it in our ship" Grand snickered again at the remembrance of his childhood

"He was pissing somewhere, I've seen his tiny dick pissing at the bare wall behind the back door...and what I did is laugh with all my might, if you were there you will lose it too" I was left wide eyed, why is he telling me about Stavros' tiny dick?

Grand must have noticed my uneasiness so he halted talking and looked at me

"You are all red woman! haven't you heard the legend of a tiny dick before?" Grand added which made me even more uncomfortable

"The legend originated from Stavros I suppose?" I asked baffled at this newly found fact

and then Grand lost it, he was laughing hysterically

He regained his composure and stared at me stoically as if trying to suppress his laughter

"Yes, the legend of tiny-dicked Stavros" Grand said